Chapter 56. Kitchen and Control
Succubi Chapter 56. Kitchen and Control
Lilith’s hands clung to my shirt like she needed it to stay upright, her breath hot against my mouth as she kissed me harder, wilder.
But I wasn’t in a rush.
Not anymore.
I’d tasted control—and I liked it too much to let go.
I broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Up.”
Her eyes blinked open, glazed with heat and surprise. “W-what?”
I slid my hands under her thighs and lifted her effortlessly, setting her bare ass on the counter with a soft thud. Her legs parted slightly on instinct, her apron bunching at her hips. She was completely exposed now.
“You walked in here thinking I’d be the one unraveling,” I murmured, pushing her knees apart just a little more as I stepped between them. “Let me return the favor.”
Her breath hitched.
I let my hands trail up her legs, slow, steady, fingers tracing the inside of her thighs, watching every tiny tremor in her muscles. She was so warm. So ready.
But not yet.
Not until I made her beg.
When my hands reached her hips, I grazed the fabric of the apron—still technically on—but only barely. My fingertips dipped lower, hovering just above where she wanted me.
She shifted, instinctively pressing into my hand.
I pulled away.
She whimpered.
“Patience,” I said, voice low. “You said I’m dessert? Then let me savor this.”
I leaned in, dragging my lips along her collarbone, kissing the soft curve of her chest just above where the apron dipped. Then lower. My teeth grazed the fabric, and she gasped as I tugged it gently with my teeth, exposing one breast.
She was beautiful.
I cupped it first, slow and reverent, letting it settle in my palm. Her nipple hardened instantly against my skin.
Then I leaned in further, wrapped my lips around it, and sucked.
Soft at first.
Then harder.
Lilith arched against me with a moan, her legs locking around my waist, heels pressing into my back.
I sucked her breast deeper into my mouth, my tongue swirling slow circles, grazing the sensitive tip before flicking it sharply.
She shuddered. “Evan—”
I moved to the other breast, dragging my tongue across her chest before latching on again, giving it the same treatment. Her fingers threaded into my hair, pulling, grounding herself.
But I wasn’t done.
I pulled back just enough to look at her.
Face flushed. Lips parted. Chest heaving.
But her eyes?
Still challenging.
Still Lust.
I smirked. “You’re still trying to win.”
She laughed breathlessly. “You’re… cocky.”
“I’m Pride.”
Then I moved my hand between her legs again.
This time I didn’t tease.
I slid two fingers through her folds, spreading her slick heat and pressing gently against her entrance—but not pushing in.
She cried out softly, rolling her hips.
I kept it light. Just tracing. Stroking.
Never giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Tell me,” I murmured, kissing her neck. “What do you want?”
Her grip tightened on my shoulders. “You.”
I pressed a little harder, letting one finger dip just barely inside her.
“Say it better.”
She groaned, eyes fluttering shut. “I want you to fuck me, Evan.”
I chuckled, deep and low. “Good girl.”
Then I dropped to my knees.
Her breath hitched again.
“What are you—”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter, spreading her thighs wide. The sound she made when my tongue slid over her heat was nothing short of divine.
And I didn’t stop.
Didn’t rush.
I took my time.
Let her feel every slow flick. Every teasing swirl. Every deliberate pause just before she tipped over the edge.
She was gasping now, thighs trembling around my shoulders, fingers gripping the counter so hard her knuckles turned white.
“Evan—Evan, I—”
I pulled back, lips wet, smirking. “Not yet.”
She whimpered, glaring down at me with fire in her eyes.
I stood, one hand sliding up to grab her throat—not choking, just holding. Her pulse pounded against my palm.
“You’ll come,” I said, voice low and sure, “when I say.”
Lilith shivered.
And finally— she nodded.
Her breath trembled under my hand, her eyes half-lidded, flushed and wild.
“Say it again,” I growled, my hand still cradling her throat, thumb brushing the rapid beat of her pulse.
“I’ll come when you say,” Lilith whispered, her voice thick with lust and submission. “I’m yours, Evan.”
That.
That was the sound that finally undid the last thread of restraint holding me back.
I leaned down and kissed her—hard. Deep. Devouring.
She melted against me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her hands sliding under my shirt, fingers grazing my skin with the reverence of a worshipper.
And then?
She tugged.
Not gentle. Not asking.
She gripped my shirt and yanked it upward, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head and toss it somewhere into the kitchen void.
Her hands immediately returned, palms gliding over my chest, my abs, fingers trailing the ridges like she was trying to memorize every part of me through touch alone.
“Fuck,” she whispered, nails scraping lightly down my torso. “You’re so—perfect.”
I pulled down my pants, grabbed her thighs and lifted her again—effortless—pressing her back against the tiled wall beside the counter. Her legs locked around me like they’d been made for it.
Her breath caught as I rubbed the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing her one last time. Just one.
She moaned, desperate, hips rolling.
“Please, Evan,” she gasped. “Now.”
I drove into her in one, deep thrust.
Her cry echoed through the kitchen.
Loud.
Raw.
Beautiful.
She arched into me, head falling back with a gasp as her nails raked down my back. Not soft. Not playful.
Claws.
Marking me.
Welcoming me.
Claiming me while I claimed her.
“Evaaaan—fuck—” she moaned, her voice wrecked and needy, ripped straight from the depths of her pleasure.
I growled low in my throat and began moving—hard, deep strokes, slamming her into the wall with every thrust. Her cries grew louder, legs shaking, hands clutching at my shoulders, my hair, my back—anything she could find.
Her claws scraped me again, dragging fire down my spine, and I swore under my breath, hips snapping harder in response.
Her moans were constant now—breathy, helpless, honest. She wasn’t performing. She was unraveling.
“Fuck, Evan—yes—harder—”
“You wanted to ruin me?” I growled against her throat, biting the skin just above her collarbone. “You wanted dessert?”
She gasped when I thrust deeper, her walls fluttering around me. “You are dessert—Evan, please—”
I pinned her wrists to the wall again, grinding into her with full force.
“You don’t get to beg,” I growled. “You gave this to me.”
“I know—fuck—I know—”
Her head dropped forward against my shoulder, her teeth finding the curve of my neck as she bit down to muffle another scream.
Her thighs quivered, body convulsing around me as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She was close—so close.
I kissed her again, hot and claiming, and whispered against her lips—
“Now.”
She shattered.
Her scream echoed off the walls, her whole body shaking around me as her orgasm tore through her. She clawed at my back, mouth open, moaning my name like a prayer—and a curse.
I wasn’t far behind.
Her walls clamped around me so tight, so wet, pulsing with heat, and I gave in, growling her name as I thrust into her one last time, spilling inside her, holding her as close as possible, like I could burn this moment into eternity.
[Level Up! You are now Level 9!]
[EXP Gained: +2500]
[Stat Points Gained: +5]
[HP and DP +100 points]
Updated Attributes:
HP: 10,312
DP: 374
Strength: 48 (+1)
Agility: 74
Endurance: 72 (+1)
Magic Affinity: 91 (+1 )
Demonic Influence: 115 (+2)
We stayed there, pressed together, hearts pounding.
Her nails slowly relaxed, hands trembling as they slid back up to cup my face.
She looked at me—flushed, ruined, panting—and whispered, with a half-smile.
“Now that was dessert.”
I exhaled a shaky laugh.
“Good,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers. “Because I’m not done yet.”
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